Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

Chapter 319 Great Dutiful Son

There is almost no place to step down in the room, a dilapidated low table, a bed made of stone and wood boards, on top of which is a mattress that is clumped and as hard as a slate.

There are still some living utensils scattered in the corner, which is clear at a glance, and there is nothing else.

Mr. Liang and his son could only sit on the edge of the patchwork bed, smelling an unidentifiable stench coming from them.

There was a fire in the house, Ding Wanger took out a small pottery stove, put all the branches in the house in it, put them in front of Master Liang and Boya, gave them a flattering smile, and then went out with the broken pottery pot A can of snow came in and melted on the fire.

The snow turned into water, and when the bowl of yellow corn came out, Ding Yang'er's son was about to reach out to grab it, but Ding Yang didn't pay attention, and the corn knocked off a few grains while the child was waving, and Ding Yang immediately caught it. The daughter-in-law opened it with a slap.

She scolded viciously: "You little bastard, you are reincarnated as a starving ghost. If your parents have something to eat, will you be missing? You little bastard, this is what your parents begged for to save your life. Eat raw, you little bastard can't pull it out, you're going to die!"

The child didn't cry, sucked his black and dirty fingers, and stared at the pot in front of his father without blinking.

Ding Yanger gave a shy smile to the two hostesses. While laughing, he picked up a few grains of corn that fell on the ground, blew on them, and carefully sprinkled them into the clay pot.

Maybe it was not enough, so I grabbed another handful.

"There are two big bowls of corn, cook more." Bo Ya looked at the boy's slender neck and reminded.

Ding Yang nodded apprehensively, then weighed and put a handful more into the pot, and said:

"Save the rest for the baby. One small bowl every five days can be pulled. He can eat until April."

Boya asked in shock: "April? What about the grain your family harvested last year?"

Ding Xianger smiled wryly, "Young Master, you are just joking. After deducting the rent from the grain collected last year, and paying back the grain owed the year before, there is only half a jar of grain in your hands, and it will be eaten when winter comes."

"We adults are fine, but the little guy can't eat the balls made of bark and can't pull them out, but it will be fine after the winter is over. He can always pull some wild vegetables from the edge of the field."

Listening to Ding Yanger's words, Boya felt that what he just asked was so stupid.

Soon, the corn porridge in the earthenware pot was bubbling and bubbling, and a unique aroma of grains wafted out. The children of Ding Xiang'er's family couldn't stand still and reached out to grab it into the pot.

Ding Yanger and his wife hurriedly stuffed a wooden spoon into his hand and let his son eat it.

He looked like he was only two or three years old. He scooped up the thin porridge in the jar with a wooden spoon, and poured it into his mouth without blowing it, which made Bo Ya feel terrified.

But the child seemed to have gotten used to it long ago. His mother stuffed him with a mouthful of snow, and he continued to drink a spoonful.

This time he didn't feed it into his own mouth, but carefully handed the spoon to his mother, his eyes flickering, his face upturned, with an expectant smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "My mother will eat it too, this porridge is delicious." Li~
After returning home with difficulty under the guard of the servants, Bo Ya looked at his father who had been silent all this time in surprise, and asked softly:
"Father, is there so little output in the field?"

Master Liang looked helplessly at his son who didn't know anything about farming, and was really confused. How could his good son be bewitched by the Xu family to persuade his old father to be a "good man".

He did have the capital accumulated by his ancestors, and now he has the current family business, but it is not so easy to keep this huge family business.

Some people in the family have to manage in the officialdom, and some people have to study, these expenses are not a lot at all!

If they want to maintain the current scenery, the cost they have to pay is also extremely high.

It's not that he doesn't want to treat his tenants well, it's just that his position puts him here and doesn't allow him to treat them as a person or an individual.

He can only calculate the overall benefit to maintain the current home operation.

However, when calculated layer by layer, the exploitation that falls on the tenants seems a bit inhumane.

Mr. Liang has always felt that he is not a good person, but he is not a wicked person either, so he will lend food to these tenants to keep them going.

After all, the death of a tenant is also a loss to him.

Master Liang admitted that he couldn't do those villainous masters who were cut down by the Xu family's army as soon as they entered the city.

But it really hurts him to ask him to spend all his wealth to give these tenants such a big advantage!
Mr. Liang recalled the wolf-like gazes of the tenants, first heaved a sigh of unwillingness, and then asked his son:
"What exactly does Xu Jiajun want to do?"

Be the emperor?

Obviously not.So Master Liang wanted to know what kind of banner the rebel army in this world could rebel under.

Boya straightened his back suddenly, and replied: "Xu Yue told me that they want to overthrow the Daqing Dynasty and establish a country where people all over the world can have enough food and clothing, and have human rights!"

After hearing this, Master Liang subconsciously showed a sarcastic smile, wanting to say that Xu Yue is quite naive.

However, in the next second, he thought of his filial son who had been fooled by this innocent girl, and the sarcastic smile he just pulled out turned into self-mockery in an instant.

This world is about to change!
"Father, don't hesitate anymore. The Xu family army will come to us tomorrow to plan the land. I don't want you and your uncles to become ghosts under the sword of the Xu family army." Boya persuaded earnestly.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Master Liang's reply, he got up and went out of the warm fire room, summoned all the servants, and smashed open the granary at home.

"What are you doing!" Master Liang chased after him in a panic.

Boya shouted loudly: "Distribute food to everyone!"

Master Liang has just begun to waver, how can he accept that his son is coming for real?
He didn't care about anything, distracted and furious, his eyes swept around, and he picked up the broom next to the wall and hit Bo Ya.

"You are really a kind person. Why did my Liang family produce such a filial son! You dare to move the granary and see if the ancestors will strike you without lightning!"

Boya signaled the ecstatic servants to do what he said, while avoiding to refute his father:

"The ancestors are all lying in the cemetery. They can't bring down thunder. Xu Yue said that thunder and rain are natural phenomena. Father, you are superstitious! It's wrong!"

"Xu Yue said Xu Yue said, so is it the Xu family or my Liang family, you little bastard!"

Master Liang was so angry that he waved his broom and greeted Boya. The father and son chased him all over the yard. They were warm all over, but they didn't feel cold at all.

It's just that the anger was a little too heavy. After all, Master Liang was getting old, so he couldn't hold on all of a sudden, and passed out.

The Wubao of the Liang family became lively. Amidst the excited cheers of the tenants, Boya carried his father back to the couch with difficulty, and asked him to lie down for a while to calm his anger.

Xu Yue will lead Xu Jiajun over tomorrow, and he still has a lot of preparations to do.

Besides, today's trip to Ding Yang'er's house made him more determined to follow the Xu family army to the end!

It turned out that the tenants lived so hard.

It turns out that the aristocratic families in this world are as ignorant of reflection as his father, and it should be taken for granted.

It turns out that there are still so many exploited and oppressed people waiting for them to rescue!
(End of this chapter)